Blood Past

chapter Twenty five

Hell, Sweet, Hell

Ever since he’d met the little creep, Teagan had fantasised about having him in this position. He gazed across the room until his eyes fell on Noah handcuffed to the wall. It wasn’t enough to hold him, so Teagan had injected him with another high concentration of potassium chloride. The Ankh’s head hung limply, his wrists dangling over the iron mounts locking him against the blood red wall.

“Be glad I’ve eaten, Valois, because you are looking awful tasty right now,” Teagan taunted, crossing his legs, fondling a decorative silver dagger Ryan had bought him for his eighteenth birthday. “Your boss killed my uncle. He was like a father to me.” Noah coughed weakly and Teagan wasn’t so sure there wasn’t a snort hidden in that noise. “Boo for you.”

Fury shot through him at the sound of a throaty chuckle from the other set of handcuffs. The old Neith woman smiled at him sinisterly. Teagan immediately moved to launch the dagger at Noah but at the last minute he checked himself. He needed to keep the s.o.b alive. “I’d watch it. I already hate you just for being you but the fact that your slimy little hands have been all over what’s mine makes me want to cut off certain things I know you’d miss.”

With satisfaction, Teagan looked on as Noah forced his head up, those strange violet eyes of his glittering at him darkly against the glaze of the toxin. “You might as well kill me because I’ll die before I let you anywhere near her.”

His anger soothed Teagan, making him laugh. “Have you met my cousin? Tall, dark hair, lush lips, death stare.” He chuckled. “She’s as stubborn as a mule and once she makes her mind up about something she pretty much sticks to it. She’s coming to trade her life for yours and there’s nothing that will stop her. It’s the only thing that’s keeping you alive right now.” Without a doubt Noah was laughing at him and Teagan had to slam the dagger down on the table next to him to stop himself from doing something he’d regret. “She hates you, you sick douchebag.

She might come for me, but she’ll kill you before she ever lets you lay a hand on her.” Shifting uncomfortably, Teagan bit back an uncool retort. He knew he was in for a fight with Eden, he wasn’t a complete idiot, but he had something they didn’t know about. A reverse cure. He wasn’t there to drag the new Eden into a relationship with him. No he was there to get her back, to watch her eyes turn grey. And it wasn’t as if he hadn’t brought reinforcements to help make sure the job got done. He threw Noah an arrogant, snarly smirk. “She’ll do what she’s told or I bring hell down on all of you.”



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Eden,

Glad to see you made it to Boston and so quickly. If I didn’t know any better I’d say you had feelings for this little jerk. It hurts, Eden. Can’t help myself. I’m the jealous type. Not to worry, I also know how to get what I want so I haven’t hurt your little warrior boy or the old lady… yet. Come home, Eden, before I decide to check out Noah – see what all the fuss is about. Oh… and bring Cyrus and Valeria. But just you three. You bring anyone else and pull a fast one on me and I’ll know. You trick me, babe, and I’m not going to just to kill your boy and the Neith. I’m going to do them over Ryan Winslow style, and I think we both know you don’t want that.

Come quickly. I’m getting hungry.

Teagan x

After she finished reading it out loud, Eden forced herself to meet Noah’s parents’ gaze. Emma was trying not to cry. Alain on the other hand looked as if he was trying to restrain himself from flying at her. With one last look of unadulterated fury and blame, he shot off the couch in one of Cyrus’ many sitting rooms and stormed out, slamming the door so hard they heard the panelling splinter.

Eden flinched and shot a look at Cyrus. Her guardian shook his head gently, telling her not to worry. But she was worried. Teagan had Noah and Mhairi at the Winslow mansion.

She was going to have to return to the one place she’d promised she never would.



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Staring at Noah and Mhairi was getting boring, so Teagan had sauntered back upstairs, making sure everything was in place. He nodded at a soul eater as he passed him in the hallway and wandered through to the back sitting room where French doors opened out onto the balcony and the sprawling gardens beyond. At the very north of the property sat a helicopter and its pilot, waiting for Teagan’s plans to come to fruition.

Right at this moment Eden must be on her way to him. He brushed the bump on his inner arm where the tracking device had been shot into him and thought of the needles each of his men carried.

Enough to load up Cyrus and Valeria with the toxin and get them on a helicopter to the Tribunal. The Tribunal would have the leverage they needed to lure in Darius of Mesopotamia and Teagan would have Eden. The old Eden.

He was just sorry the little asshat downstairs would get to make it out of all of this alive.